shouldn’t sex be a part of fiction just as much as it is a part of life (even if, in the words of David Lodge, “Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way round”)? Why should the mechanics of a fever (see Crime and Punishment) or a hangover (see Lucky Jim) be fair game, but not the mechanics of an orgasm?
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How about a good sex in fiction award? | Books | guardian.co.uk
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